Chocolate Smiles by Stella Mira
An Electrifying Current
Sunset Miko's Once a Week Challenge: Danger
Kagome stared at her crystal reflection in the mirror. Sesshoumaru had called earlier to confirm their Saturday night dinner date. She had practically melted at the sound of his deep baritone without the distraction of visual images. She had barely talked; muted sighs or breathy intakes had become her newfound speech pattern whenever his smoky voice dominated the receiver. Thankfully, she had enough wits to discern the words 'Ginza' and 'formal dress code' before he asked her if it would be an inconvenience. She had barely mumbled her approval while her mind was virtually skimming through her poor closet for something suitable. She had ended the phone call before his irresistible voice had caused her permanent brain damage, yet his parting words were still repeating themselves in her mind: I cannot wait, Kagome-san.
Shaking her head to clear all distracting thoughts, she focused her chestnut gaze on her appearance. The taffeta, one shoulder, short cocktail dress she had bought on an impulse during Christmas sales finally came in handy. Reaching a little lower than mid thigh, it hugged her curves like a sheath sensually without coming off as skimpy. The upper part was dyed a crimson shade, reaching just below her cleavage where black took over, making a striking contrast with her alabaster skin. She had opted for an elegant bun with a few loose locks, falling from her temples in soft waves. An iridescent eye shadow, mascara, and a touch of ruby on her plump lips completed the seductive image she presented.
"Did I go overboard?" she wondered aloud with a small frown marring the lovely visage in her mirror as she fought the urge to bite her painted lips. The sound of her doorbell interrupted her disarrayed thoughts and she sprayed a few drops of her favorite perfume on. Grabbing her purse from the old worn couch, she willed her feet to the door.
She snuck a peek from the peephole, barely suppressing a gasp at the sight which greeted her on the other side of the door. He stood tall with an air of elegance she could never hope to achieve, dressed in a fitted black suit that revealed more of the sinuous muscles she had glimpsed before than concealing. The striped black and white tie complimented the onyx eyes she was so well accustomed with. She found herself wondering silently why men did not wear vests anymore. The way it accented his lithe physique was creating havoc to her ocular senses. Wrestling her gaze away from the peep hole, she clutched the doorknob tentatively, readying herself for the hormonal onslaught she was sure to experience without any kind of barrier between them.
"Good evening, Kagome-san." The sound of his spell binding voice coursed through every fiber of her being, holding her captive at his mercy. Her lips parted unconsciously while her mind raced for the appropriate verbal response. Before words could be formed though, she felt a gentle touch on her neck and a slow caress against her cheek. The ability to breathe eluded her for few tortuous seconds as he eliminated the space between them, tilting her head back slightly to press a soft kiss on her cheek.
"You look mesmerizing," he breathed in her ear, his low voice carrying a rougher undertone as those firm lips ghosted over her sensitive skin. He then drew back slowly, his nose smoothing against hers lightly, and causing an electrifying current to run through her at the miniscule contact. She found herself drowning in mysterious, obsidian pools while his warm exhalation made her lips tingle and burn pleasurably. She finally snapped out of her awe induced paralysis when an amused chuckle broke through her hazy mind.
"Would you like me to lock the door for you?" Sesshoumaru asked in his usual rich timbre after the moment had passed.
"That's quite alright. Give me a second and we can be on our way," Kagome replied quickly before she lost the ability to speak again as she locked her door. This dangerous infatuation with his damn erotic voice had to end soon. Surely, she would develop some sort of immunity to the sinful sound after hearing it repeatedly, wouldn't she? She really hoped so; otherwise, she would be reduced to a drooling mess and admitted in a rehabilitation facility for voice addicts.
She assumed a pleasant smile and steeled her weak nerves as she turned to face him in hopes of acting like a mature woman; and not an unstable mental escapee. Unfortunately for her though, he seemed determined to get under skin by all means. He laced his lean arm with hers, placing her hand on his prominent biceps as he took the lead and began walking towards the building's exit. Even with all the fabric obstructing bare touch, she could feel the muscles flex, disorienting her slightly. She noticed though, that instead of his usual long strides, he had taken the time to slow down in order not to put a strain on her after he took note of her high heeled sandals.
"Thank you for inviting me to dinner," Kagome commented in a sweet voice, fighting the urge to meld her soft curves against the hard contours of his body and discover how well they would fit together.
"It is truly my pleasure. To be honest, I had wished for this since the first moment I laid eyes upon you. I am a very fortunate man this night," Sesshoumaru confessed in a low, entrapping voice before he disentangled himself from her loose clutch and opened the door of a sleek, black Audi, helping her inside.
'You sly, smooth talker! You're a manipulative, sexy devil sent on earth to torture poor, defenseless women, aren't you!?' Kagome fumed silently in a futile attempt to calm her raging hormones at his shocking revelation.